Humiliated

I am thankful that everything was set up as soon as possible. Now, that alpha is nowhere to be found. 

I just took a deep breath. I shouldn't think about anything. After all, if I make a mistake, I won't be the only one to be scolded. Despite my worries, I have to push myself to focus. I needed to do that as soon as possible. This is the only job I've encountered that is willing to accept me as an omega.

Doing my best to ignore the unwelcome stares and comments from the alphas around me makes me feel like I don't want to work anymore. However, of course, that's just in my mind. I can't stop working just because of what they think of me. I even used the most effective suppressant and patched my glands just so they couldn't smell my pheromones.

But of course, it's a different story if it's a dominant alpha. No matter how much an omega hides their scent and pheromones, they won't be able to hide it from a dominant alpha.

I went back and forth to different tables to provide wines and other things that the guests needed. It's no wonder that the ones we serve here are loved by everyone. This was, after all, a party for a big corporation.

It was a huge corporate party, and I knew that I had to maintain my professionalism, no matter what. First, I don't want to lose my job. Second, I don't want to offend people here. Third, I don't want to attract an alpha anymore. Fourth, I don't want to lose my job just because I attract an alpha and offend him just because I reject him.

I don't like alphas after all. Why would I kneel to them and ask for them to fuck me?

I sneered mentally.

I took a deep breath again, as I was ready to serve again. I adjusted my bow tie first, straightened my posture, and plastered a polite yet distant smile. I also don't want to give them a chance to talk to me. No way.

If the rest of my coworkers are happy that they participated in the selection for this huge corporate party, then I am not. This is a hassle. There are too many pheromones around, and if there is an omega who suddenly enters the heat cycle, it will definitely be a mess now. Most of those here are alpha. There are also many betas, but I feel like everyone is surrounded by alphas.

Well, that's an alpha for them. Because they thought they were all perfect.

I went to the crowed and did my best not to bump into them while, in my hand, there's a tray of hors d'oeuvres. But, of course, I can't blame myself for commenting on the grandeur of this corporate party. The decorations glittered under the chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed attendees. It seems that the participants in this party do not want to lose to each other. They wanted to be at the center of attention, especially the other omegas who were also attendees.

My mind has the right to comment, but of course, my job is to serve. Since I was determined to do well in this huge hotel project, I should get myself ready to endure the things I hated the most, like the leering gazes of the alphas who seemed to think I was part of this evening entertainment.

Do I look like an entertainer? I'm wearing a server uniform, right? I thought they were smart. Why do they look stupid, huh?

'Shit, why do I need to provide the servings for this table? ' I asked.

Table seven. Since the party started, this table seems to have harassed a lot of servers; that's why no one wants to serve them anymore. The hotel can't just let no one serve them. After all, they are still part of the attendees; that's why I was the only one who was ordered.

"Stay calm, stay professional," I reminded myself. I feel like this is a prayer. I kept saying this to myself as I approached the group of alphas.

Their eyes followed my every move, lingering for too long, and not only that, their smirks made my skin crawl. If only I could remove their eyeballs, I would. If I have a friendly smile at them, I will surely imitate the servers they harassed.

I felt disgust, but I held it back. If I hadn't stopped it, I might have stabbed one of these alpha males with a fork later.

One of the alphas, a tall man with a slicked-back hairstyle, leaned closer as I served his food in front of him. He wanted to reach out and touch my skin, but I managed to swiftly move away, like it was normal. I saw the change in his eyes, but despite the unfairness, he still managed to be calm.

As expected of an alpha,.

"Hey there, handsome," he drawled, his mile oozing with an unwelcome charm. Ugh, this is what I hated the most when serving people. These are entitled alphas. "Why don't you take a break and join us here, hmm?" he added, trying to fall in love with his charm.

I looked at him. Is he sure of what he says? This is a hotel, not a bar. Do I look like a male omega prostitute, and he treats me like this? I know he can't smell that I'm an omega, but somehow, I still feel violated.

I pulled back slightly, still trying to hold my polite façade. I don't want to lose my job, but I feel that the three things I fear will happen little by little.

"Thank you, sir, but I am here to work, not to join you with your little fun. Also, this is a hotel, not a bar.” I smiled at them, and their eyes darkened. Scary. It's good that releasing pheromones here is forbidden during this party. "So, sirs, can I offer you some hors d'oeuvres? "

Their smiles faltered. Oh, I saw it.

One of them leaned towards me; I could even feel his breath on my ears, which made me flinch. Of course, not because I was aroused, but because I felt disgusted and humiliated.

"Come one, just this time. We can make it worth your while," he insisted.

I felt the speed of my heart, which is why I immediately moved away from them. I stood on my ground. I smiled but said, "I am sorry, but I really need to go back to my work." I turned quickly and had no intention of looking back.

No wonder those girls don't want to go and serve that table. They were indeed alphas, but there is trash among them. I know that they are trash, but I could label them as the most trashy Alpha I have ever known.

Before I could get away, someone grabbed my wrist. I frowned, and when I turned around and looked at the man holding my wrist, he immediately raised his hand.

"Relax," he said, and he was obviously teasing. "Relax, okay? Don't be shy. We won't bite," he added.

Won't bite?

Wait, did they smell my scent? My pheromones?

I stared at them and studied if they smelled my scent, but with their expression, I knew that it was just their lust. Their dick couldn't be controlled, and they wanted someone's hole to stick their dick in it. No longer ashamed.

This is their corporate party, but what makes them exist is their erect dick.

Fortunately, the food on my tray was not spilled. If it had been spilled, I might have hit them with the tray I was holding.

I tightened my grip on the tray, my knuckles turning white. "I appreciate your understanding," I said softly, but there was a disapproving tone in it. I greeted my teeth and said, "But I must insist. Please excuse me and leave me alone.”

I turned my back and never looked back. I have no intention of looking back; for what else do I? I could feel their eyes on my back. I could feel a silent challenge in their stares. What do I care? They were the first to interfere with me. I just wanted to do my job, and what did they do? They wanted to ruin it.

I don't want to get fired right now. The pay in this hotel is good, and since I was recommended by Kenji, I don't want him to lose face. Even though I know Kenji doesn't care, if he finds out that this happened to me, I am sure he will find a way, and I don't want to make this thing a big deal.

After all, apart from the disgust and humiliation I felt, they didn't do anything else to me.

I knew I couldn't afford to show them any weakness. After all, I knew that they had an idea that I was an omega. Although it was still an idea, I knew that if I stayed there longer, they would be able to confirm it.

I don't want them to see my weakness. Not here.

Not ever.

I will not let those alphas use my weakness to control me. I won't repeat what happened to my twin brother.

Finding a moment of respite near the large window, I took a deep breath. I can't serve anxiously. I needed to compose myself and focus.

Just as I started to relax, I sensed someone approaching. Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with my manager, an omega as well. He smiled at me, and his calm eyes were like those of a mother looking after her son.

"You handled that well," he said. His voice was low, but I could hear it.

I smiled at my manager. "Thank you," I quietly replied. "It's not always easy. Because I told you, manager, I really don't want to be here. If you had gotten rid of me—”

"Don't talk," my manager silenced me. "You shouldn't have to deal with those alphas since you can directly refuse them, but you did your best. I applaud you for that.” He smiled at me. "Oh, and you don't have to worry about those people again. If they bother you a bit, let me know," he added.

Blinking, I was taken back. I don't know what my manager ate, and he is like this now. "Yes, manager. Thank you.”